I am 13.

Angad had no idea what his mother and his mama were planning. It was his 13th birthday, but the day had been quiet-too quiet. Little did he know, a big surprise awaited him. That evening, his mother casually suggested they go out for dinner. Angad, unaware, agreed. When they arrived at the restaurant, he was stunned to see his friends, relatives, and cousins gathered, cheering, "Happy Birthday, Angad!" The room was decorated with balloons, a banner reading I Am 13, and a table piled high with gifts. Angad's mother walked up to him with a big smile and a beautiful cake lit with 13 candles. As everyone sang, Angad felt a wave of joy and gratitude. They spent the evening laughing, playing games, and sharing stories. For Angad, turning 13 wasn't just about becoming a teenager-it was about realizing how loved he truly was.